Thursday, December 24, 2009

Boogie Street

O Crown of Light, O Darkened One,
I never thought we’d meet.
You kiss my lips, and then you're gone:
I’m back on Boogie Street.

A sip of wine, a cigarette,
And then it’s time to go.
I tidied up the kitchenette;
I tuned the old banjo.
I’m wanted at the traffic-jam.
They’re saving me a seat.
I’m what I am, and what I am,
Is back on Boogie Street.

And O my love, I still recall
The pleasures that we knew;
The rivers and the waterfall,
Wherein I bathed with you.
Bewildered by your beauty there,
I’d kneel to dry your feet.
By such instructions you prepare
A man for Boogie Street.

O Crown of Light, O Darkened One…

So come, my friends, be not afraid.
We are so lightly here.
It is in love that we are made;
In love we disappear.
Tho’ all the maps of blood and flesh
Are posted on the door,
There’s no one who has told us yet
What Boogie Street is for.

O Crown of Light, O Darkened One,
I never thought we’d meet.
You kiss my lips, and then it’s done:
I’m back on Boogie Street.

A sip of wine, a cigarette,
And then it’s time to go . . .

Leonard Cohen is a genius.

I listened to Weezer's album pinkerton today.
And as I was engulfed in nostalgia from my days of grade 8,
I came to the realization that I should've been born 10 years earlier.
Thats right, I shouldve been on the 90's music scene.
I love it all, the thrift store clothes, grungy guitar, vinyl......
I bet there will be a kid wishing he was around for the music scene of the late 2000's though.
It's never as great as you think.
Which is why I've decided to throw away expectations.
Out the window, no more.
Taking life as it comes is trying at times. But it's worth it.

Wednesday, December 23, 2009

Coffee and Cigarettes

are the best combination. Summer nights were filled with the two. I could go for both right at the moment.

The painting is coming along stupidly slowly, as per the light in my basement is broken and I've had no time lately. I have a photography show next month that I'm getting ready for (the framing is killing me). I FINALLY found a place to print the large scale pictures though, so thats a relief. I love this time of year though, so busy, so hectic, but everything always comes together nicely.
What is it about the night
that brings back the worst memories?

Its 7:06.
I'm laying here asking myself why this all had to happen.
I just want to hear your voice and feel your warmth and know that everthing's okay now.

Tuesday, December 22, 2009

A year ago today I met you.
It wasn't the first time,
but this time was different.
A year later
I'm still in love.

Sunday, December 20, 2009

I love the days
When it snows lightly
and the small white flakes
drift lazily
through the dead tree branches
and rest on brown, uninviting grass.
And I can walk through the midst of it all,
my scarf wrapped around my neck
my wooly mittens holding a coffee
and my toque pulled snug over my head.
Because it's on these days
that even the coldest winds couldn't take away the warmth I feel.

Saturday, December 19, 2009

This Town

This town is all I need
to fall asleep tonight.
Let ever vacant window sit untouched.
Let every wind that stirs the curtains
speak softly of warmer summer nights.
The cool autmn breeze sings memories in its path through the vacant streets.
And as my eyes close, I know that I'm not alone in this town tonight.

Friday, December 18, 2009

The city in the winter is my favorite.
This morning Elizabeth and I went downtown and took pictures in that ghost town we call home. Black and white film baby, nothing could beat it. But i brought a wide angle lens which kinda sucked, buildings never look good with bent edges :/.
After we got really nice and cold, we went to a nearby coffee shop, and warmed up.
Today is also the first day of my Christmas holidays, which I'm quite happy about :)

Wednesday, December 16, 2009

streets and headlights compete,
theres nothing strong about this,
theres nothing smart about this.
Resting for the endless summer stun,
grab my wrists and break them.
Our park is getting colder
I have no coat so hold me tighter.
It always ends with;
Catching up has made me late.

<3 I love the vermicious knid

Tuesday, December 15, 2009

This shell I leave behind
filled with years of decay and pain
stains of knives and poison in my veins.
This death mask drops too the floor
On the ground it shatters,
a new face rises to greet the sky above
and the air reaches my lungs.

Monday, December 14, 2009

A small sample of a book I just finished illustrating/ writing. It's about christmas ornaments :)

Sunday, December 13, 2009

This has been the most productive weekend ever.

Saturday, December 12, 2009

meet me there
in the blue.

I finally found this on vinyl in Toronto yesterday.
I smiled and was warm inside :)
Sunny Day Real Estate make my life.

Tuesday, December 8, 2009

some days.

some days
the feelings come back.

Monday, December 7, 2009

Never Forgetting

I am never forgetting.
My mind refuses to let go.
I hate this hindrance it brings to my life, i want to scream, i want to tear the past away from reality.
I can't.
When your nightmares are recounting your past it's something that's hard to accept.
I wake up and lothe the moments where i question their truth; did it happen, or was it only a dream. I lay awake letting it hold me down, trap me beneath the covers, my mind racing with the possibilities of this actually happening again, remembering the first time it did happen. My stomach fills with weight again. It's everything it was before, the faked, forced smiles, not wanting to feel anything. Anything is better than this, and anything is better than what you did. None of this had to be this way, so much was right and you threw it away in selfishness, this cannot be erased. This cannot undo itself.

Saturday, December 5, 2009

The moon's hanging low in the sky
forcing everything metal to shine
And the sidewalk holds diamonds like a jewelry store case
They argue walk this way
no; walk this way

Thursday, December 3, 2009

happiness by the kilowatt

Everything is so easy now, and I keep waiting for it all to come crashing down around me, but it isn't. I hope it stays this way.

Wednesday, December 2, 2009


These are pictures from the silkscreening process, expect more shirts as soon as i get the chance to make them (soon) !

Thursday, November 26, 2009

Just because I'm on a roll of posting today, I figured why not share this little work in progress. It has a ways to go yet.
This painting is for the time I walked to a friends house with another friend after going to a show. We listened to 'lua' by bright eyes and it was lovely. I frequently think back to that night and smile inside, I wish every moment could feel as calm and content as that one did. Lately though, it does :)

She walked with care.

She walked with care, her tender steps leaving not so much as a footprint in the rubble strewn ground. Before her, the street went on for miles, stretching until it connected with the grey skies and formed a horizon.
On either side of her stood the burned out shells of what had once been magnificent blocks of apartment blocks, now reduced to nothing more than charred skeletons, mere reminders of the radiant wealth they had represented.
She pulled dug her hands deep into her pockets, searching for any warmth her worn coat could offer. The cold wind stung her face, sending tears cascading across her porcelain white skin. As the made her was along the stretch of cracked pavement that had once been a main street, a light flurry of snow began to fall around her, the flakes falling slowly, spiraling, and finally melting on the ground.

We Are

We are the fog in your mind
We are what got you here in the first place
We are the shaking in your legs
We are the doubt that weighs you down
We are what you hide
We are what you hate
We are your future
We are your past
We are inescapable
We are unpredictable
We are here to stay.

We were what saved you
(You were what burdened me)
We were your life
(You were what changed me)
We were what cured you
(You were what plagued me)
We were your friend
(You were what I fought)

We will always be remembered
(You will always be a reminder)

Tuesday, November 24, 2009

Calculation Theme

I'm sick, you're tired, let's dance
Break to love make lust I know it isn't
I'm sick, you're tired, let's dance
Cold as numbers but let's dance

As though it were easy for you to lead me
I could be passive gracefully

Half the horizon's gone
a skyline of numbers
Half the horizon's gone
working the numbers
'till I'm sick

Sleep don't pacify us until
Daybreak sky lights up the grid we live in
Dizzy when we talk so fast
Fields of numbers streaming past

I wish we were farmers, I wish we knew how
To grow sweet potatoes and milk cows
I wish we were lovers, but its for the best

Tonight your ghost will ask my ghost,
Where is the love?
Tonight your ghost will ask my ghost,
Who here is in line for a raise?
Tonight your ghost will ask my ghost,
Where is the love?
Tonight your ghost will ask my ghost,
Who put these bodies between us?

Sunday, November 22, 2009

Don't you love those weekends. When everything works out. And you love life? Cause I do.

Friday, November 20, 2009

I doodled today. I loved every minute of it. Make your 3 wishes and they might just come true.

Thursday, November 19, 2009

The longest show I've ever played is coming up this saturday night; 3 hours of music. I feel like i should be nervous, but I'm just excited. Everything is happening so fast around me, and when it finally slows down I just want more. It's all or nothing.

Photo of me by Britni McPherson
Why can't I just say what I'm thinking instead of hoping it's what were both thinking? It would make everything so easy.

Wednesday, November 18, 2009

What is it that lets you breathe
that one breath of refreshing air?
Which builds those bridges of cold
flowing down your back
sending you
wide eyed, flushed, flailing
down city blocks and sidewalks of
a choking catharsis
your lungs filled and overflowing
with the sweetest oxygen the room could provide.
A hospitality to the senses.
for a need to breathe
these panic-stricken gasps stain skin for weeks to come,
a co-relation of blood and breath
a promise broken; later softly spoken of.
Remembered in these veins
as the day
that cool air filled this fear ravaged throat
and soothed me inside.


I wish i could forget that day. I wish I could forget your past. I wish none of those times had ever happened. We could be grateful, we could be loved. I wish you hadn't thrown it away. I wish I didn't have to question this, I never did before. It's coming back though, and I can't block it out. I see it in my dreams, I always ask myself why you did it, why you would take those risks. Without trust, this is nothing.

This world moves so fast, yet I move so slow. I just want my movement back...

Tuesday, November 17, 2009

A Serenade Of Static

Awakened by a break in my serenade of static
'what was it that make you fall so far?'
These eyes stay strained on the view ahead.
An unchanging focal point to let my mind stray
the only way to rest without sleep is to;
let nothing else in
The walls absorb the sound.
The sun consumes the light.
This shell shields me from feeling.
Breaking out would be a step away from me
and staying inside of here is how i want things to be
The unanswered phones
Keep ringing off the hook
And the day they stop will be the day I'm free
From collections of paranoid parodies who hide in their masks,
running in circles,
stabbing each other's backs
They've gotten what they wanted for long enough.
All that they focus on is idealism
I've found a better way of looking at things;
I'll take a scratch to the next level and rip myself out of their grasps,
out of this twisted utopia
of cookie-cutter houses and patternless carpets.
I'm weak and alone.